I have broken my right arm twice in my Life. The first time was when I was in 2nd grade and my best friend and I got in a fight while playing on our neighbor’s trampoline. One mid-air push later, I was flying head first off the trampoline and landing on my arm with a crunch. I broke both my ulna and my radius, and was in the hospital for three days. The moral of the story, of course, is to always push first when fighting on a trampoline. The second time I broke my arm was while mountain-biking in college. I was going off a particularly cool jump for about the fourth time and had a rather spectacular crash where I went over the handle bars but didn’t let go. So, when the bike twisted, my arm twisted, too. Ho-hum. The good thing about both of these instances was, that I rediscovered that I was somewhat ambidextrous each time. I think there’s something about a silver lining in there somewhere…